Then Cinnamon drove me back to the house and I faced up to my squeamishness.Storm cellarThere were no bodies or body parts. For that I am eternally gr...teful. But the experience was unpleasant all the same.“I’m right behind you, Sugar,” Cinnamon said. “Don’t be scared.”“Gee, thanks, Cinnamon.”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in. But just for now, just forthis moment as I drift in the sea of warmth, I know that I feel one stolenstep closer to that person inside. You who throw these words, first consider how true you are being toyourself within the scope of your life. We live in an age where choicesreally do matter and indecisions hurt much more. So how indecisive areyou? How much of that deep down inner part of your soul resembles that ofyour exterior. Do not say all, for that is incorrect. No one, apart fromthe insane. "I think they are in front of us, on someone shoulder. How are you holding up?" I wonder, these men were moving us at a hard pace."My feet are killing me, I have a dozen scrapes and I don't know what landed in my hair an hour ago," she complains good naturally."So, you are good," I smile at her courage. "Do you have any idea where we are?"I need a plan. I don't have an updated satellite system telling me to the inch where I was. And this was only my second day here. Even the universe can only. .kissable lips, white shirt with a hint of the hair beneath showing where you hadn't buttoned it all the way and jeans hugging your thighs…hoping you did not notice the intake of breath I say ''one sec please come in'' turning quickly as I know my face is burning red I rush back to the bed where my shoes are laying and bend to put them on more to hide and gather myself than anything. I sense more than hear you enter the room saying ''take your time'', Finally ready and standing I see that you.